Warriors of Faith

MY LOVE, MY LIFE - Musings



Lion King Mister Singh,

You don't seem to do anything,

You don't get seedy and you don't get sad

You don't get greedy and you don't get mad

You don't touch drink and you don't smoke dope

You never sink low and you never lose hope

Lion King Mister Singh, do you do anything?

Yes I do, I do one thing

In the early morning I sing and I sing:

Guru Gobind Singh, Guru Gobind Singh

My love, my life, my everything

I think of you and I sing and I sing:

Guru! Guru! Waheguru!

You love me and I love You

Guru! Guru! Waheguru!

To be with You, To be with You

Guru! Guru! Waheguru!

I'm going home to be with You!

Guru Gobind Singh, Guru Gobind Singh

My love, my life, my everything

I think of you and I sing and I sing:

Now I know why the birds are singing

Now I know why the Earth is spinning

Up and over, down and around

Singing and spinning to the sound

of Guru! Guru! Waheguru!

You love me and I love You

of Guru! Guru! Waheguru!

To be with You, To be with You.

To be with You my dearest friend

Singing and spinning home again.

To be with You, to be with You

To be with You : ONCE again! 


To be with You : ONE again!









Come and meet me Waheguru jee,

Come and see me Beloved Guru jee.

And bring Your beautiful Sikhs

In a procession of Love,

Intoxicated by your praises

Playing drums and chiming bells.

Come and meet me my Beloved Friend,

I am the red carpet laid at your feet,

Ride your blue horse

In Your Procession of Love

Come and meet me

Sweet Father, Beloved Master

Guru Gobind Singh jee.

To the land of Your Sikh,

bring the dust of Your feet

and Your Procession of Love,

Come and make me complete.

To the land of Your Sikh

bring Your Amrit rain

And sow the dry soil

with Your Wonderful Name.

Sweet Master, Beloved Guru jee

Come and see me

And this time stay forever

This time let me clasp Your Lotus feet

again and again, forever and ever

and accept me in Your

Procession of love

Let me serve your brides

as they sing Your praises

With happy red faces

and blue turbans and blue gowns

Your purest pure Khalsa.

My friend and Guru jee

I lay at Your feet

My friend and Guru jee

Please make me complete



Samarjeet Singh Khalsa




Posted by Kamaljeet Singh Shaheedsar on Thursday, September 8. 2011 in History



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